The whole room busted into flames.
There was fire everywhere. Smoke, thick black one. Belladonna struggled, her throat clogged with smoke as she tried to reach desperately for the door before a certain dizziness would take over her finally.
All that and worse would have been the outcome of Belladonna's late night reading, had Colin not walked in just in time to combat the situation.
Raquel went around and around her, checking her hands, legs, and everywhere to see if she was alright.
"No burns, no burns, no burns."
"I'm alright." She yanked her hand away from Raquel, not understanding what was going on.
She had only woken up because of Raquel's clumsily, worried and loud inspection.
"You left that lantern burning all night, my Lady." Colin said, looking back at her.
"It must have had a lot of oil."
That reminded her. She had not fallen asleep on the bed. What was she doing here?
It was then she noticed the floor.
She rushed up to her feet immediately.
